So that was another morning where you wake up and think why the hell you did what you did.
Once again the scooby gang (James, Faith, Cheeser and me) went out for "1" drink. Faith has her friend from America over. They have been chatting for years and decided that it was time they met. So to ease him into the english way of life we all went to the english early learning center, the pub!
Why I couldn't see it coming from a mile away I don't know but, we certainly allowed ourselves to be guests on the slender gondola of booze and frivolity. AFter the first drink I knew that it was farrrr too tasty for me to ever get off the boat. Then when Cheeser decided to order a pitcher, companioned by all in all 2 doubles to "sex" the drink up slightly, this then confirmed that it was going to be a tasty night for her as well. Drinks drinks drink. Chat and more drinks. It got to the point where the guy had turned the lights on and was pretty much burning two holes in my head from staring far too intensely. I remembered that a couple of nights on the way home that i'd popped into a bar for one last dirty tipple. The Highgate Inn is the fatal name that was never too far away from my thoughts the morning after.
Its great. A real pub that has real people and no drinks menus. If you don't know what you want them piss off. It's open till the owner, a thin drunken Irish man, decides that he has had enough. This still led us being there until around 2.30am or 3am I can't entirely remember. But I do remember drinking rum. I remember talking to a lovely man that we couldn't really guess was gay or not. Then I think we plotted a plan to find out using some well placed comments and stories. I think it worked out he wasn't, to which Cheeser was very happy because he was a very nice young man!
A stumble home did however bring fruits. Cheeser found a hat that she very much liked the look of and wore all the way home. It was placed upon the cranium backwards which of course lent itself to some 90's white wrap jokes. This then led further onto Me taking photos of her doing the white wrap stance of painfully folded arms and an angry face whilst leaning to the side slightly in front of a back lit advertising screen. I think from the small image below you can imagine that this is a very very good look. The day came. I felt terrible but don't regret it and will most likely do it again. No WILL do it again.
So that is the light part of the blog, now your really in for the big stuff. What the F is up with the crap we eat. I have been, over the last few months, amazed by what people class as food now. I honestly have never seen such shite in the freezers as I have now. Please see below and explain who gets off by saying this is food.
IS IT FUCK !!!
Whatever that is is is certainly not animal or mineral based. I mean seriously. I understand that money is tight for everyone and that there are low income families that need to get the most for the least amount of money. I get that I really really do.
However.
Why on earth would you put yourself through THAT! If you don't have that much cash you would want to spend it on, I would say, on things that are going to give you the most amount of nutrients and goodness form the smallest amount of effort and expenditure. That piece of crap up there is only going to give you very very lose bowl movements for the rest of your human life. They shouldn't even be allowed to sell it because people will buy the bloody stuff. I mean what is a turkey roast? Because they have not said where from.
"Yes sir this is the very best and most exclusive product in our new turkey toenail and belly button fluff range. We thought the customers would prefer it if it was actually the same shade as meat so we have added some ribena just for a little colour. We think the result is actually as bad as we could get."
" well done small fat waste of space employee. You have completed your targets for this week. Now as promised here are your tickets to Russia so you can laugh at some radiation victims"
I can imagine that may sound slightly harsh but thats what these people but be like underneath because they have no accountability for what they produce and throw out for people to consume. Bastards I tells ya. Bastards.
Tired. Bed. Finish later.
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